Thursday

The weather is perfect. There may be detractors ("too sunny!") and there may be gardeners who will shake their heads and say it's too cool in the morning, and there will be the occasional killjoy who'll remind us that it will not last. Me, I just think it's gorgeous. No qualifications, no worries about tomorrow. We have a perfect day now.

I'm up at at 6. It's easy to be out at this hour. The light, oh that early morning light!


















I do a few small things in the yard, but not much. I'm waiting for the warmer hours.

At breakfast, in the sun room...






... I groan about the fact that one must schedule dental check ups before one knows the weather for that day. Ah well. It's in the morning. I can be out digging, moving and planting by noon.

The air warms, the crab apple explodes into full bloom






No, I'm not with Snowdrop today. Her parents have a house guest and so schedules are reshuffled and my hours with the little one are reduced.


And what's blooming (if I can take my eyes off the flowers of the crab apple)? Lets go back to the handful of tulips...






Though honestly, today's loveliness cannot be measured by counting blooms. It's the greening of the land that's so thrilling.

Ed comes out every now and then to help...






(or to pet a chicken...)






And it's evening all too quickly. Time to put down the tools and think about tomorrow's tasks.






We catch the last bits of sun from behind the willow...





...and retreat inside. Tired, very very tired, but in that fine way that comes after a day of doing work you love.